𝗓 𐰁๋࣭ ࣪ 𐔌 valerie 𖦹ִ ࣪ she / her ☆ ･ black brit (i like t*ddy k*ight..) ・ 8teen ・bi ・choso’s lovergirl ・dominique de sade's girlfriend ・hiori's motive Ღ hi i am the confirmed wife of seishiro nagi btw🥰
navigation ♡
𝜚 ׅ ㅤ۫ ˖ MEET MY MOOTS ꒰♥︎ ׂ — tag.
. ˖ ݁ ♬ RECS ⋆ . ˚ 𝄞 .
♡ ʾ ˖ RULES
⋆˚꩜｡ how do i do this? .✦ ݁˖
𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི feel free to moot me up & blow up my inbox! + anons are welcome
Bathing denji can be a hassle.. but only when he's drunk. you're pissed at him of course, but you're more pissed at his co workers who let this happen. how could they let denji drink?
When himeno drops him off at your place, completely out of it with him on her back, carrying him like a sack of potatoes. she's slurring words like "denji...drunk, we got wasted, so much alcohol!" you sigh disappointed.
She gives him to you with a drunk smile and bids you a goodbye while staggering off with someone else from the public safety squad. closing the door, you eye denji in your arms, his eyes are closed and he opens his mouth to speak but no coherent words came out. that's when you decide to gently place him on the sofa, brushing stray blonde hairs that stuck to his pretty face. He slurs something, "gotta .. piss .." but you couldn't really catch that until he actually pisses himself.
He whines when he soaks his pants, chest heaving as he dreams about something preferably bad. you worriedly look at the wet patch that began to form fast and tried to shake him awake, his skin warm with intoxication.
"Denji.. baby. please wake up?" you shake him, gathering him in your arms as he clutches your clothes in desperation. his breathing becomes heavy and moments pass before he gasps awake. drool slips past his chin as he groggily tries to call your name.
"B-babe.. my fuckin' head hurts so bad." he groans into your chest, sniffing you like some puppy. you rub his head softly and held his waist with your other hand, "den, you pissed yourself..." a frown settles on your lips when he whimpers out a small apology.
He ends up in the bathroom after that, clothes completely stripped off and you told him to wait in the bath. he's practically half dead, laying limply in the tub as he lets his feet splay over the edge, spreading his legs open.
You scold him to close them when you began to rub his skin with soap and water, his whiney complaints echoed through the room. "who gave you all the alcohol?" it was a valid question, surely whoever did this to denji had other intentions. you could actually thank himeno for even bringing him back to you.
"Mm.. dunno, they said it was "celebration juice", tasted like shit but I couldn't stop drinking.." denji mumbles, half asleep. He chuckles to himself but then winces when he feels the heaviness beginning to creep behind his eyes.
"Wasn't that drunk.." he snorts, sloshing the water with his hand, a frown tugging at his lips, "Sorry I made you clean up my mess.. again."
You bonk his head lightly with your knuckle, "Idiot. If you think I was going to abandon you with himeno of all people, you're dead fucking wrong." denji smiles stupidly at that, leaning close to plant a wet kiss on your mouth.
"I think the side effects of being drunk is catchin' up to me." he states, a very red flush adorns his cheeks and it creeps down to his neck and shoulders.
You tilt your head in confusion but caught his shivers when you spot a solid erection beneath the lukewarm water, "..Oh."
He looks at you with amber eyes filled with joyous hope, "I wanna do it.." he suggests, grabbing your arm to pull you inside the tub, "in the water."
You sputter uselessly as he presses his face into your neck, nibbling the skin there as he tries to warm you up, get you in the "mood" as he would say.
You quite literally cannot resist these new tricks he's learnt to get what he wants from you, the puppy dog eyes, the light gestures of grabbing you, kissing and biting you..
Denji huffs a laugh knowing that it, holy shit.. worked! and successfully got you inside the bath with him, "I gotcha now!"
Thinking about having sex with denji and it’s both of ur first times. How he’d accidentally overstimulate u and himself because he cant get enough of you,, he’d eat you out and fuck u but be on edge— gauging out ur reactions through all of it.
“Does that feel good?”
“You okay, babe?”
“Yeah, do you like that?”
Which he wouldn’t even be asking to intentionally tease u or turn u on, but because hes just such a sweet boy. He just really wants to know if he’s doing things right and wants to make sure u feel as good as he does bc ur so warm and wet inside.
He’d stare at you and go crazy at how much ur blushing, he’d think it’s so cute how you bite ur lip and huff out your cheeks because you’re suppressing your moans. When you cum but he’s still fucking into you and you get so overstimulated you start whining and getting way more vocal talking about how good he feels inside you, denji can’t help but blush and hide his face in the crook of your neck.
He moans shamelessly then says, “You’re so fucking cute” which you are— with the way your legs shake around him, the whimpers you can’t help but let out as he ruts into you like this, the flustered and fucked out look on your face as you give him that, somehow innocent but nasty, look in your eyes that are begging him to ruin you. He gives u those same eyes begging u to ruin him too, which flutter shut as he goes in to kiss you, you both make out messily as he’s still fucking into you as you’re both about to cum all over each other again for the umpteenth time.
“Is it cramps?” Denji murmurs, getting into your bedroll, gently nuzzling his face against yours. “Yeah…” You mumble back, feeling the usual symptoms that come with having a period.
Denji’s hand slides down your body, making you peer at him from the corner of your eye, ready to shy away, not wanting to make a mess of his fingers, or worse, the bedroll. To your surprise his hand stops under your navel, pushing down and rubbing your lower stomach.
“What’re you doing…” You blink a few times from confusion. “Hm? I’m massaging you, that helps with cramps doesn’t it?” Denji’s face expresses his inner want to do good, to make you feel better, but he doesn’t have a uterus. He knows that when he gets a cramp in his calf from working out, nothing feels better than when you massage it away.
“It’s not really the same Denji.” You smile, endeared by his sweetness. You place your hand over his, stilling his firm motions. “Just lay your hand flat, the warmth helps more.”
“Oh.” Denji hums, laying his hand flat, resting his head on your pillow, curling himself around you. You lazily wrap an arm around him, he nibbles your skin with his pointy teeth. “I can smell it…” He breathes in deeply, making you furl your nose, trying to push him away. “Ew! Stop! Denji!” He fights against your hands, pinning you down to snuggle.
“It’s not bad, don’t be shy—i’ve smelled worse.”
You don’t doubt him, knowing all the nitty gritty of his shitty childhood. “Still…thats so gross, i don’t want to know that you know.”
“Fine. Jeez.” Denji giggles, nosing your neck, giving you little kisses all over. “Hey…what did you think I was gonna do earlier?” He leans up, squinting at your now sheepish face.
“Nothing!”
dividers by @cursed-carmine
a/n: filler before i begin working on requests ^_^
boyfriend!Denji who has ZERO romantic experience with women, and so when he starts dating you, he believes all there is to a relationship is kissing, sex, kissing and more sex...
boyfriend!Denji who can't keep his hand or eyes off of you. whether that be holding your hand as he skips past civilians on the road, as you try to keep up with him, holding you so tight at night you think he's forgotten you need oxygen. and the way he's constantly stating at you as if you hung the moon itself.
boyfriend!Denji who gets so flustered when you kiss him out of nowhere, he forgets how to breathe. his eyes genuinely go wide, his brain buffering like a lagging video. but only seconds he’s chasing your lips again like a starved puppy who finally found food.
boyfriend!Denji who acts tough around everyone else- power, hayakawa, even makima, but the second he catches you looking at him from across the room, he practically melts. and when you cup his face when you kiss him, his head tilts into your palm like he’s never been touched gently before (because honestly, he hasn't. not like this).
boyfriend!Denji who brags about being your boyfriend to anyone who’ll listen—then gets shy when you overhear him. “I wasn’t bragging or anything... i just want people should know I got someone cool, y’know?”
boyfriend!Denji who doesn’t understand the difference between romantic and domestic, so now he’s walking around your apartment shirtless, taking hour long baths in your bathtub, eating sttange concoctions he's made he swears taste great on your couch like he lives there. You’d tell him to leave, but he grins stupidly and offers you a bite. (you agree, and try to hide the slight shock on your face when you realise its not the WORST thing you've ever tasted...)
boyfriend!Denji who doesn’t say “I love you” often, because the words feel too big, but when you catch him watching his side of the bed when he thinks you're asleep, with that goofy smile, you know he means it anyway.
boyfriend!Denji who never knew what real love was like, but when he met you he knew instantly you were the one, his person, his everything
taglist: @geumtsuri
guys the pictures kept moving order when I would save the post so I couldn't put them sorry 😓😓
cw ― NSFW, MNDI, canon Gojo, ooc coded, breeding kink, unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it), exhibitionism, mention of children, spit, afab reader, no pronouns, no mention of specific genitalia, cute af gojo ngl, he is loser coded as he should be. 1.2k
Gojo Satoru has always been a feral little shit in bed. Before you two started dating, you knew Satoru did not have much to any experience, and he has always been flirty, but if you so much as touched his cheek, he would go as red as a tomato. So who would have known he is a freak in disguise?
You discovered this the hard way when you two eventually started dating.
The day you fully realized his tendencies, it was not some special day. But for Satoru it was life-changing. It had been around a month since you two started going out. And you haven't even kissed yet; the most you did was hug him and hold hands. So it was time to finally reach the next big milestone with your adorable and unexpectedly shy boyfriend!
Honestly, if you knew better, you wouldn't have leaned in to kiss him at the park. If you only knew better, you would not have ended up pressed against the nearest tree, with Satoru's right hand wrapped around your throat and keeping your lips pressed against his, chasing them down if you dared to pull away, pulling them in by biting on them. His left arm was wrapped around your waist, and his fingers dug into your flesh; his grip was so tight, you remember later seeing prints of his fingers there.
It was not the kind of kiss you share at a public park, and it was not the sweet, innocent, playground-level first kiss you were assuming it was going to be. It was hot and all tongue; there was saliva slobbering around your chin, it was hard to breathe, teeth were bumping against each other, and possibly some blood was drawn out from all the biting.
It was life-altering. You had never experienced something like that in your almost thirty years on this earth. It was more erotic than whatever alright sex you had experienced before. It was somewhat an amalgamation of a juicy sweet summer peach, pleasuring yourself after a tiresome day to fall asleep immediately after releasing, and a slap to the face. It was life-altering, soothing, and confusing. And you believe you'll never experience anything like that ever again if it is not Satoru.
The only reason you two did not end up basically naked then and there is because an old couple was walking their dog, and they started giggling and saying something like, 'Ah, young love.'
Their little comments made the two of you come back to earth. But when you did get back to your senses, it was more confusing. How can it be that the man blushing like a beet was the same man who had just kissed you like it was the last thing he was going to do before he was going to die?
"Let's—uh—head home! It's getting late; I'll drop you off." Satoru had said while taking your hand in his and tangling your fingers together to then put it in the pocket of his coat.
Since then it was like a dam was broken.
It can never be just a peck with Satoru. It is a full-on makeout session. Lord may help you if you see your boyfriend doing laundry and get overwhelmed with your affection for him, so you go to kiss him. And instead of just a little peck or a little kiss, you would be practically lying on the washing machine, and his hands would be up your tank top, and you wouldn't be able to do anything but dig your nails in his back as he sucks and kisses and bites on your neck in between kissing you.
Hence, having sex with Satoru was an entirely different challenge.
Because Gojo Satoru is pathetically in love and obsessed with you. Sure, he has become your husband of a year now; he may have been fucking you for years, but every time he sinks into you, it's like his first time all over again.
It is that when your skin touches his, all his mind is able to think of is 'consume! consume! consume!' He wants to melt into your skin, seep within your bones, and become one with you in ways that are biologically impossible.
So he became fond of the next best option.
Gojo Satoru has never thought he'd ever want children through reproduction. He was content with all the children he, over time, 'adopted.' But that should have been some sort of an indicator for the inevitable breeding kink he developed when he started dating you.
Maybe it was because you were always so nice to the kids, like you already accepted the role of their figurative mother. How much they clearly loved and respected you, how they reached out to you when they couldn't get to him, or maybe it was just his own selfish need to be a part of you. But whatever reason it may have been, it made Gojo unable to go without spilling his cum inside you when you two fuck (or make love, as he'd say, no matter how rough it may be).
It was an honest mistake when he had this epiphany.
It was the very first time you two had sex. You prepared for everything. You were planning for this all month: the onsen trip, the resort, the lingerie, getting waxed, and buying condoms. You had been on Satoru's lap plenty of times by that time, and every time without missing a beat something in his pants would always react quite enthusiastically to your presence. So you gauged roughly what size he may be and bought what you could in a moderately big size.
But nothing prepared you for what was actually in his pants. It was nothing moderately big; it was concerning how big it was. It was that there was no way he was going to fit anywhere in those small-ass condoms you bought!
And yet you two still tried. He still had the condom about seventy percent on his cock, and he buried himself within you. And just as he had sunk in, he thought this must be salvation.
A feeling of thrill and contentment rushed from his head down to his feet, and his pace was something to be wary of. It was a matter of seconds before the condom was going to break. And it did, but he did not stop; quite frankly, he could not when you were begging for him so prettily. The room was just filled with the air of sweat, sex, and both of your moans and whines. You had come at least three times before he came himself. He felt like spilling it all the moment your walls gripped onto him, but he could not let himself cum unless and until you were satisfied.
"Come for me, Toru, please." Your words made him come instantly.
And it took you two a moment too late to realize what had happened. It was not until later, when he got up to help you clean up, that he saw his cum spilling out and pooling below you. His shocked face made you take a peek; you could barely feel anything down below, to the point you could not even feel the liquid flowing down your skin.
That broke his second dam.
It was safe to say, the breeding kink is very much mutual. It has become hard to not feel his hot cum penetrate within your core when you two have sex. Though out of worry and to be safe, he took pills to prevent anything for your sake. He never told you until you found out yourself. That whole argument was probably a part of the reason why Gojo Satoru finally gathered the courage to give you the ring he bought when you two started dating and to finally ask you to marry him.
Before Satoru, you always saw your friends with multiple kids and thought that breeding kink in this current climate is absolutely as reckless as rash driving. But it is only alright if it's Gojo Satoru. Because who would not want his kids? When he can afford at least ten more adopted kids and however many kids you want to have with him. Not just financially, but also emotionally.
Because the economy might be going to shit, but not Gojo Satoru's wallet.
TO FIND MORE OF MY WORKS CLICK HERE
a/n: dividers by @/cafekitsune, header from the manga Boku Ni Hana No Melancholy.
anti breeding propaganda, but Gojo Satoru is an exception.
sneaking up the wooden ladder of the empty lifeguard tower right as the sun began to dip below the horizon was supposed to be a quick, innocent visit. but keigo takami had zero intention of keeping things strictly professional on his watch. lounging back with an unbuttoned hawaiian shirt and a lazy, teasing smirk, he uses every trick up his sleeve—and every soft red feather at his disposal—to tease you past your limit high above the deserted beach 𐔌🎀
pinned against the tower railing with the cool ocean breeze on your skin and your leg hitched high over his hip, trying to stay quiet becomes an impossible task. between the dizzying height, his relentless dirty talk, and a second round that leaves the laid-back hero completely undone and whining into your neck, keigo makes sure you're thoroughly claimed before the sun fully sets 𝜗𝜚 ‧₊ ꒱
𓏲 splash zone masterlist 🍍
the oppressive heat of the late afternoon had finally given way to a heavy, golden dusk, casting long, amber shadows across the weathered wooden planks of the elevated boardwalk.
instead of a pristine, sterile resort deck, the public beach was raw and wild—the air thick with the pungent, salty bite of low tide, drying kelp, and the faint, sweet smell of funnel cakes wafting from the closed boardwalk stands a hundred yards away.
the crowds had long since packed up their umbrellas and coolers, leaving the wide stretch of shoreline completely deserted except for the rhythmic, roaring crash of the tide against the wooden pilings beneath you.
you slipped through the gap in the padlocked chain-link fence marked authorized personnel only, the soles of your sandals making a soft slap-slap against the damp, salt-crusted steps of tower 4. the towering wooden structure sat perched high on thick wood stilts, looming over the shore like a sun-bleached sentinel. climbing the narrow, rickety ladder made your chest tighten—not just from the thirty-foot drop directly onto the hard-packed sand below, but from the sheer recklessness of being up here after hours.
when your head poked through the trapdoor opening of the tower's enclosed booth, you were met with the immediate sight of red feathers, bright tropical print, and pure, unadulterated laziness.
keigo takami was sprawled sideways across the narrow wooden bench, his long legs propped up on the safety railing with his ankles crossed.
his bright yellow hawaiian shirt hung completely unbuttoned, exposing his sun-kissed, leanly muscled chest and the sharp dip of his waist. his massive, crimson wings were partially unfurled, drooping lazily over the edges of the bench like heavy velvet curtains, catching the fading orange light of the sunset. tinted visor perched pushed up in his blonde hair, he was idly flipping a whistle between his fingers.
"well, well," keigo drawled, his voice a low, raspy purr that instantly made your stomach flip. he didn't even shift his position, merely sliding his golden eyes over to track you as you pulled yourself fully onto the platform. "if it isn't my favorite little delinquent sneaking up my tower after closing hours."
"you told me to come up here," you said, closing the trapdoor behind you with a quiet thud, though your voice sounded small against the booming roar of the ocean below.
"i said i might be around," he corrected smoothly, a sharp, dimpled smirk spreading across his face as he finally swung his legs off the railing. the wood creaked under his movement. "technically, you're trespassing on official beach patrol property, sweetheart. on my watch. i could cite you right now."
"i'd like to see you try," you countered, stepping closer into the cramped quarters of the booth.
the space smelled entirely like him—warm skin, sea salt, and expensive coconut suntan oil.
"is that a challenge?" keigo chuckled, his wings rustling softly behind him, the feathers fanning out just enough to block the evening breeze blowing in through the open windows. "you know I take my duties very seriously."
before you could call him out on his blatant lie, a long, vibrant red primary feather detached itself from his left wing. with scary precision, it zipped through the air, hovering right under your nose before trailing lightly down the sensitive column of your neck.
you gasped, flinching back against the wooden frame of the door, but the feather followed you relentlessly.
"keigo, stop—" you breathed, a sudden, nervous shiver racing down your spine as the soft, velvet barbs brushed over your collarbone.
"stop what?" he asked innocently, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched you with a heavy, hooded gaze. "just inspecting the intruder. making sure you aren't hiding anything dangerous under that thin little sundress."
the feather slipped beneath the neckline of your dress, tracing a agonizingly slow path over the swell of your breast.
the sensation was maddening—a delicate, ticklish friction that made your nipples harden instantly into tight peaks beneath the fabric. you let out a soft, needy whimper despite yourself, your hands gripping the wooden ledge behind you as the feather swirled lazily around your apex.
"ah, look at that," keigo whispered, his smirk turning darker, more dangerous.
he stood up from the bench, his massive frame effortlessly commanding the tiny room. he took two slow steps forward until he was standing directly over you, blocking out the last rays of the sun. "already making sweet little noises for me, and I haven't even laid a hand on you yet."
he summoned the feather back into his hand, using the stiff shaft to gently lift your chin up until you were forced to look straight into his glowing, golden eyes.
"you're so sensitive," he murmured, his thumb coming up to stroke the flushed skin of your cheekbone while his wing tips curved around your sides, gently nudging you forward until your chest was pressed against his bare sternum. "so easy to tease."
"it... it tickles," you lied, your breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches.
"does it?" keigo hummed, leaning down so his lips brushed the shell of your ear, his warm breath sending another jolt straight to your thighs. "then why are your knees shaking, honey bird? why is your heart pounding against my chest like you're terrified we're gonna get caught?"
he didn't wait for an answer. his hands slid down your back, his long, calloused fingers gripping your hips through the thin fabric of your dress and pulling you flush against the hard, rising bulge trapped behind the denim of his shorts. the heat radiating off him was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the cool, salty air sweeping in from the open railings.
"k-keigo," you gasped, your fingers instinctively tangling into his unbuttoned shirt for support. "the beach patrol... the night truck usually drives past at seven..."
"mhm," keigo murmured lazily against your neck, his teeth lightly grazing your pulse point before his tongue licked over the sting. "they do. they drive right along the shoreline beneath us. with their bright little headlights shining straight up at the wooden stilts."
he shifted his weight, turning you around in one swift, fluid motion and pressing your back against the low safety railing of the open balcony.
the sudden change in perspective made your head spin.
thirty feet directly below you, the dark, frothing water was washing over the thick wooden pillars supporting the tower. there was nothing between you and the open air except the single wooden rail resting at your waist. if you leaned back just an inch too far, you'd be staring straight down at the wet sand.
"keigo!" you squeaked, clutching his broad shoulders as the fear of the height hit you all at once.
"i've got you," he growled softly into your ear, his large, powerful wings flexing behind him, creating a solid, impenetrable wall of red feathers on either side of you, effectively pinning you against him and the drop.
his hands moved to the hem of your dress, gathering the fabric up in his palms until it was bunched above your hips. "nobody's gonna fall. unless I want you to."
his hand dipped beneath your panties, his warm, rough fingers sliding effortlessly over your wet, swollen folds.
you let out a sharp, high-pitched gasp that was immediately swallowed by the sound of the crashing waves below.
"fuck, look at you," keigo growled, his voice thick with dark pride as his thumb began to stroke your clit in fast, ruthless circles. "dripping wet for me high up in the air. you like being up here where anyone walking along the boardwalk could look up and see you, don't you?"
"no... someone's going to see," you whimpered, your hips bucking helplessly against his hand, the sharp wind whipping your hair across your face as he drove you closer and closer to the edge.
"then you better be real quiet, baby," he whispered against your lips, his fingers slipping deep inside your tight, aching heat while his wings tightened their grip around you, holding you suspended over the drop. "because if you scream... the whole beach is gonna hear exactly what i'm doing to you."
the wind whipped off the ocean with a sudden, sharp gust, carrying the cool spray of dark salt water up through the floorboards of the tower.
thirty feet below, the high tide crashed violently against the thick, creosoting pillars of the structure, sending a deep vibration straight up through the wood and into the soles of your feet. you were pressed flat against the outer safety rail, your back turned completely to the open drop, looking out over the endless, pitch-black expanse of the Atlantic.
keigo was right behind you, his lean chest pressed flush against your back, trapping you completely. his large, crimson wings were partially spread behind him, hovering like giant, protective sails against the coastal wind, catching the faint glow of the distant boardwalk lights.
"k-keigo," you gasped, your knuckles turning white where you gripped the damp wooden railing in front of you. "it's too high... if the wind pushes us—"
"i told you, sweetheart, i've got you," keigo growled into the shell of your ear, his voice a low, rough rumble that sent a violent shiver down your spine. his hand reached around your waist, pulling your hips back until your bottom was lodged firmly against the hard, throbbing length straining against his shorts. "my wings aren't just for show. you're not falling anywhere unless i tell you to."
with one smooth, effortlessly powerful movement, keigo unbuttoned his shorts, letting them slide down his thighs along with his briefs. his rigid, slick cock sprang free, pressing hot and heavy against the crease of your thighs. you could feel how hot he was—steaming against the cool, damp sea air.
"now hold on tight," he purred against your neck.
before you could even process his command, keigo reached down and hooked his long arm beneath your right knee, hitching your leg up high over his hip and resting your thigh directly over the wooden rail. the position left your core completely open, your dress bunched up around your waist, your wet, dripping entrance exposed to the night air and the vast, empty beach below.
you let out a high, terrified gasp, your heart leaping straight into your throat at the sheer vulnerability of the posture. "keigo, please—!"
"shh," he hissed gently, biting down softly on the sensitive juncture where your neck met your shoulder, suppressing your cry. "you're okay, baby. look down. see how small everything looks from up here?"
you looked down despite yourself, watching the dark, churning foam of the waves swallowing the wet sand thirty feet straight below your dangling foot.
the vertigo made your head spin, making your inner walls pulse with a sudden, desperate tightness.
keigo didn't wait.
aligning his thick tip with your slick, swollen folds, he drove himself forward in one heavy, unyielding push.
the blunt head of his cock split you open, sinking deep into your tight, dripping heat. a loud, breathless shriek tore from your throat, but keigo was already ready for it—his free hand snapped up, his hand cupping over your mouth, muffling your scream into a desperate, vibrating whimper against his skin.
"fuck," keigo groaned, his forehead resting against your upper back as he buried himself all the way to his hilt.
his inner wings flexed hard, the heavy crimson feathers wrapping tightly around your torso to anchor you against his frame, holding you so securely against the rail that you couldn't move an inch. "god, you're so fucking tight. taking every single inch of me while hanging over the edge... look at you."
he held still for a fleeting second, letting your body stretch around his massive girth.
the contrast was overwhelming—the freezing ocean breeze biting at your exposed skin, the sharp fear of the drop below, and the searing, thick heat of keigo completely filling you up from behind.
then, he began to move.
keigo pulled back until just the head of his cock remained inside your dripping entrance before slamming back in with a heavy, brutal snap of his hips.
slap.
the wet, heavy sound of his hips crashing against your ass echoed loudly out into the open night air, completely uninhibited by walls or glass. you buried your face into his unbuttoned hawaiian shirt, biting down on the soft fabric to keep from screaming out as he established a fast, punishing rhythm.
he moved like the tide beneath you—relentless, heavy, and powerful.
every time he drove himself inside, his cock hit that sweet, swollen bundle of nerves deep within your core, making your toes curl and your fingers dig desperately into the damp, weathered wood of the railing.
"that's it, baby," keigo whispered huskily against your temple, his breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches.
he tightened his grip on your hitched leg, hauling your knee up even higher over the rail to open you up further. "bite down on my shirt. hold those sweet little moans in. you know the beach patrol's truck light usually sweeps under these stilts around now... imagine if they turn the spotlight up right as i'm pounding you from behind."
the dirty visual sent a wave of electric heat straight to your lower belly. "k-keigo... ah! no... don't say that—"
"it's true," he teased, his voice thick with cocky, dark amusement, though his movements were entirely ruthless. he picked up the pace, his thrusts turning into hard, rapid jolts that made the entire wooden tower squeak and groan under his weight. "they'd see your pretty little leg hitched over the side... see my wings wrapped around you... see how wet you're dripping all over my dick."
"keigo, please!" you sobbed out softly against his chest, your body trembling uncontrollably as the sheer intensity of the heights, the wind, and his relentless pounding began to push you right to the terrifying edge of an orgasm.
"you like it," he growled, dropping his head to lick a path of sweat off your shoulder blade. "you love being up here. taking your favorite hero's cock high above the sand... come on, honey. show me how good you can take it."
he shifted his angle slightly, lifting your leg just a fraction higher, hitting your g-spot with every single upward drive.
the sensation was too much.
the friction of his rough pubic hair against your back, the tight clamp of his wings, and the deep, stretching fullness of his shaft sliding in and out of your slick walls short-circuited your brain entirely.
"i'm... i'm gonna cum—!" you whimpered, your fingers slipping on the damp wood as your body buckled forward over the drop. "keigo, i can't hold it—!"
"then don't," keigo commanded, his voice dropping into a harsh, possessive growl. "cum on my dick, baby. scream into my shoulder and come for me."
he slammed into you with three brutal, deep thrusts that bottomed out completely inside your womb. on the third impact, your body shattered.
a muffled, high-pitched scream broke from your lips into his shoulder as your inner walls clamped around his cock like a vice, pulsing in violent, rhythmic contractions. the orgasm washed over you in blinding, white-hot waves, making your head roll back against his chest as tears of pure, unadulterated pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes.
"fuck—yes, baby! squeeze me," keigo groaned out, his own self-control snapping completely at the feeling of your tight, throbbing walls milking him.
his thrusts turned wild, fast, and unrefined.
he pounded into your clenching core with desperate, heavy snaps of his pelvis, his wings flaring out wide into the night air to catch the wind as he drove himself deeper than he had all night.
"i'm filling you up," he panted, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he gave one last, devastatingly deep thrust, burying his entire length inside you until his hips pressed flat against your backside. "take it all, sweetheart... take all of it..."
with a low, guttural groan that vibrated straight through your spine, keigo held himself pinned inside you as his own climax hit.
you could feel the thick, searing hot jets of his seed spurting deep against your cervix, filling your overstimulated, pulsing canal to the absolute brim.
he held you locked against the railing for what felt like an eternity, his lean chest heaving against your back as he poured himself into you, his large wings wrapping tightly around your shaking body to keep you safe from the wind.
for a long time, the only sounds in the night were the loud, rhythmic crashing of the waves below, the whistle of the ocean breeze, and the heavy, ragged sound of both of your breaths echoing out over the deserted shore.
keigo slowly relaxed his grip, though he kept his arms securely wrapped around your waist as he slowly, agonizingly pulled his softening cock out of your body.
a thick, warm mixture of his creampie and your own slick mess immediately began to drip down the inside of your thighs, catching the cool air.
you let out a soft, pathetic whimper, your leg slipping off the rail as your knees gave out completely.
"i've got you," keigo whispered softly, his arms catching your full weight before you could sink to the floorboards.
he turned you around in his arms, pulling your flushed, sweaty face into the crook of his neck as he cradled you against his bare chest, his wings tucking around both of you like a heavy, warm blanket. "you did so good, baby. so fucking good for me."
the cold ocean breeze whipped over the wooden railing of tower 4, biting gently at your flushed, sticky skin.
your legs were trembling so hard you could barely keep your footing on the salt-crusted floorboards, your breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches against keigo's shoulder. your core was pulsing wildly, still thrumming with the electric, white-hot residue of the climax he had just forced out of you.
between your thighs, a hot, thick mess of his seed and your own slick was slowly trailing down your skin, catching the cool night air. you thought it was over. you thought he would let you catch your breath, let your heart stop hammering against your ribs.
you were wrong.
keigo let out a low, rough hum against your neck, his lips lingering against your wet skin as his large hands slid down your back to cup your rear. his cock was already hardening again against the flat of your stomach, heavy, rigid, and completely unyielding.
"k-keigo... wait," you whimpered, trying to push against his lean, bare shoulders. "i... i can't. i'm too sensitive right now... please..."
"too sensitive?" keigo purred, a wicked, dark little edge creeping into his voice. his golden eyes flickered in the dim ambient light of the distant boardwalk, burning with an insatiable hunger. "baby, we're just getting started. i haven't even gotten to enjoy you properly yet."
without giving you a single second to protest, he shifted his weight and hauled you off your feet. you let out a breathless squeak as he carried you the two steps across the cramped booth, dropping his back heavily onto the narrow, sun-bleached wooden bench that lined the back wall.
in the same fluid motion, he pulled you right on top of him, forcing you to straddle his lap.
the sudden shift made your inner walls pulse tight around nothing. "keigo, no—ah!"
he didn't wait.
grabbing your hips with both hands, his thumbs digging into your soft skin, keigo lifted you slightly and aligned his thick, twitching shaft with your dripping entrance. before you could even draw a fresh breath, he pulled you straight down, impaling you completely on his cock in one smooth, brutal stroke.
a high, shrill gasp tore from your throat, your hands flying to his chest as the sheer fullness tore through your overstimulated nerves.
every single inch of him sliding back into your slick, aching canal felt like an electric shock straight to your brain.
"f-fuck... keigo!" you sobbed, your back arching as your core clenched frantically around him, trying to adjust to the intense, overwhelming friction.
"yeah... just like that, baby," keigo groaned, but his voice cracked slightly. his head rolled back against the hard wooden wall of the tower, his golden eyes blown wide, pupils dilated so large there was barely any yellow left.
that was when you noticed the shift.
the cocky, dominant hero who had just spent the last twenty minutes teasing you over the thirty-foot drop was suddenly breathing in shallow, needy pants.
his hands on your hips weren't shoving you around anymore—they were clinging to you, his long fingers twitching against your skin as if he was the one losing control.
"take it, sweetheart," he gasped out, his chest heaving under your hands. "you... you ride me. do whatever you want to me... just move."
you blinked down at him through a haze of tears and sweat, stunned by the sudden turn.
keigo takami—pro hero number two—was sprawled underneath you on a dirty lifeguard bench, his hawaiian shirt tangled around his elbows, his massive crimson wings flaring out wide and twitching violently against the floorboards as he looked up at you with pure, unfiltered desperation.
a sudden wave of heat surged through your belly, replacing the fear with a dirty, empowering rush.
you rested your hands heavily on his chest, feeling the frantic, hammering rhythm of his heart beneath his skin.
slowly, deliberately, you lifted your hips up until just the tip of his cock remained inside you, watching the way his jaw clenched and his breath hitched in his throat. then, with a sharp roll of your pelvis, you slammed yourself all the way back down onto his lap.
"ah! fuck—!" keigo cried out, a high, whiny sound escaping his lips that was instantly swallowed by the roar of the ocean outside. his wings snapped forward, the huge red feathers sweeping around both of your sides to trap you in a dark, velvet cocoon of crimson, brushing ticklishly against your bare waist and thighs.
"like that, keigo?" you whispered, your voice raspy and dripping with newfound control as you began to establish a steady, punishing rhythm on top of him.
"y-yes... god, baby, yes," keigo whimpered, his hands moving from your hips to grip your wrists, but he didn't stop you. he couldn't. every time you bounced down on his shaft, grinding your wet clit against his pubic bone, his entire body shuddered beneath you.
he was completely undone.
the overstimulation you felt was feeding straight into him through the tight, milky clamp of your walls. every time you lifted and dropped your weight, his cock twitched deep inside your cervix, rubbing against your most sensitive spots with agonizing precision.
"you're so needy," you teased softly, leaning down so your wet breasts brushed against his bare chest.
you picked up the pace, setting a fast, rolling rhythm that made the heavy crimson feathers around you rustle and flap erratically against the walls of the booth. "thought you were in charge of this tower?"
"i am—a-ah! fuck, baby bird, don't—" keigo choked out, his head thrashing from side to side against the wood as a high, embarrassingly needy moan spilled from his mouth. his legs kicked out slightly, his thighs flexing hard underneath yours as he tried to meet your desperate rolls. "you're... you're squeezing me so tight... it's too much..."
"you told me to ride you," you reminded him, biting down softly on his shoulder blade, tasting the salty sweat on his skin.
you didn't show him any mercy.
you rode him hard and fast, using your height and leverage on his lap to drive yourself down on him until the slap of your thighs against his hips filled the tiny, dark space of the tower.
the mix of his slick, soft primary feathers brushing over your bare back, his pathetic, whiny moans vibrating against your ear, and the intense friction of his thick cock sliding through his own leftover creampie inside you pushed you right back over the edge.
"keigo, i'm... i'm coming again!" you gasped out, your fingernails digging deep into his shoulders as your rhythm turned chaotic and desperate.
"come for me... baby, please, come on my dick—" keigo whined into your neck, his wings wrapping so tightly around you that you were completely buried in his crimson feathers, surrounded by his heat and his scent.
his hips bucked up off the bench, completely losing his cool, meeting your downward drives with frantic, shallow snaps of his own.
he was whining openly now, sweet, desperate little noises slipping past his lips every single time your tight, wet canal clamped around his shaft.
your body buckled as another violent climax ripped through you. your inner muscles clamped down like a vice around his cock, throbbing in hard, relentless waves that made you cry out softly into his neck.
the intense, milking pressure of your second orgasm was the final blow for him.
"fuck—! baby!" keigo cried out, his voice breaking entirely as his own climax tore through his body.
he didn't even wait for you to finish.
driven by pure, primal instinct, keigo grabbed your waist with a surge of strength, flipping you over in one sudden, dizzying motion so your back hit the wooden bench while he hovered over you on his hands and knees.
before you could even catch your breath from the flip, he pinned your legs up against his chest and slammed himself all the way back inside you with a heavy, desperate thrust.
"keigo—!"
"i need... i need to finish inside you again," he panted wildly, his golden hair sticking to his forehead in damp, messy clumps. his eyes were completely wild, filled with an addict's need as he pounded into your overstimulated, pulsing core with fast, heavy, unrefined thrusts.
slap. slap. slap.
the sound was filthy, echoing off the wooden walls as he drove himself deep into your dripping heat over and over again, completely ignoring how sensitive you were, seeking his own release with a desperate, hungry intensity.
every thrust forced wet squelching noises from your junction, his cock churning through the thick pool of his first load and coating your inner walls completely.
"so wet... so fucking good," keigo growled, his voice dropping back into a low, gravelly rasp as he reached his peak. "taking all of it... taking two rounds like a good girl..."
with three final, punishing thrusts that bottomed out so deep you saw sparks behind your eyelids, keigo slammed his hips flat against yours and held himself pinned deep inside your womb.
his entire frame stiffened, his massive wings fanning out to their absolute maximum span, hitting the ceiling and walls of the booth with a loud thwack before trembling violently.
A guttural, breathless groan ripped from his chest as he came for the second time, hot, thick jets of his seed shooting deep into your pulsing canal, flooding you completely until it overflowed, leaking out around his thick root and running down your buttocks in a warm, heavy puddle onto the wooden bench.
keigo collapsed forward, his heavy chest crushing yours as he buried his flushed face in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in loud, ragged wheezes against your skin. his body was trembling from head to toe, completely spent, his cock slowly softening inside your thoroughly claimed, dripping core.
for minutes, neither of you moved.
the only sounds left in tower 4 were the rhythmic, roaring crash of the waves thirty feet below, the soft rustle of his crimson feathers settling back down, and the loud, unison pounding of your hearts echoing into the cool, dark beach night.
the violent thrashing of the ocean below seemed to quiet down into a rhythmic, steady lulling sound as night fully settled over tower 4.
the air inside the small wooden booth had cooled significantly, carrying a crisp, salt-laden breeze through the open railings that swept over your bare, sweat-slicked skin.
you were completely exhausted, your muscles heavy and melting into the smooth surface of the wooden bench.
between your thighs, the messy, warm evidence of two intense rounds dripped lazily onto the towel keigo had frantically pulled out from his supply locker, but you couldn't find the energy to care or move.
keigo shifted slowly above you, letting out a deep, contented sigh that vibrated straight into your chest.
with a low, soft hum, he pulled his softening length free from your wet center, making you let out a soft, involuntary whimper at the sudden feeling of emptiness.
"shh, i've got you, baby," keigo murmured softly, his voice raspy, deep, and stripped of all its earlier cockiness.
instead of pulling away, he gathered you gently into his arms, lifting your upper body off the bench and pulling you back against his chest. in one effortless motion, his massive crimson wings unfurled completely, sweeping around the two of you like a heavy, plush blanket.
the soft, velvety underside of his primary feathers pressed against your bare sides, trapping every bit of your combined body heat inside a cozy, scarlet cocoon.
you leaned back into him, resting your head against the crook of his neck, listening to the steady, rapid thumping of his heart slowing down beneath his ribs.
"you okay?" he asked softly, his long fingers trailing down the curve of your arm, gently sweeping away stray grains of sand and dried salt that had stuck to your warm skin during the chaos.
"mhm," you breathed out, your eyes fluttering half-shut under the heavy warmth of his wings. "just... completely exhausted. you're ruthless, takami."
keigo let out a soft, chesty chuckle that made his shoulders bounce. "me? ruthless? baby, you were the one riding me like you had something to prove. my wings are gonna be sore for a week from how hard you made me flex."
he tilted your chin up with two fingers, leaning down to press a series of lingering, sweet kisses along your jawline, tracing a path down to the sensitive dip of your collarbone. his tongue flicked out lazily over your skin, tasting the salty sheen of sweat before resting his lips against your pulse point, placing a warm, tender kiss right over the fluttering vein.
"you did so good for me," he whispered into your skin, his voice dripping with genuine warmth and adoration. "such a sweet girl. taking all of that up here..."
he reached over the side of the bench, his long arm stretching to grab his small cooler sitting under the desk.
the lid popped open with a quiet plastic snap, and he pulled out a small, chilled container containing thick, cold slices of fresh watermelon he'd packed earlier that afternoon, along with a condensation-covered bottle of sweet iced tea.
"here, open up," keigo instructed softly, bringing a bright, juicy wedge of watermelon up to your lips.
you opened your mouth obediently, biting down on the cold fruit. the sweet, refreshing juice burst over your tongue, instantly cutting through the dry, parched feeling in your throat.
you let out an appreciative hum, chewing lazily while keigo watched you with a soft, affectionate smile playing on his lips.
"good, right?" he purred, taking a bite of his own slice before popping a piece of ice into his mouth.
he uncapped the bottle of iced tea and held it to your lips, letting you take long, greedy gulps until you felt fully hydrated again.
he took a damp washcloth from the cooler, gently wiping down your sticky thighs, your stomach, and the inner curves of your legs with careful, slow strokes.
there wasn't a single trace of urgency left in his movements—just pure, gentle tenderness as he cleaned you up under the soft, dim shelter of his red feathers.
"so," keigo drawled after a few long minutes of peaceful silence, his fingers idly twirling a loose strand of your hair around his index finger.
his golden eyes flickered down to meet yours, a familiar, playful spark returning to his gaze. "what's the verdict on my tower, trespasser?"
"it's... high," you murmured, a small smirk tugging at your lips despite your exhaustion. "and cold. and your feathers get everywhere."
"hey, my feathers kept you warm and safe thirty feet off the ground," he complained dramatically, pressing a hard, playful kiss to your cheek. "and don't act like you didn't love every second of being pinned against that rail."
"i almost fell into the ocean, keigo."
"i would've caught you before you even touched the water, baby," he purred smoothly, his thumb running lazily over your lower lip. "i'm a hero, remember? saving pretty little delinquents is literally in my job description."
you rolled your eyes playfully, nestling deeper into the soft, warm crimson feathers wrapped around you.
the cool night breeze continued to whistle outside the wooden walls, but inside the wing-formed shell, it felt like the safest, warmest place on the entire beach.
keigo leaned his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your lips as he spoke in a low, teasing whisper.
"so... beach closes at six again tomorrow," he murmured, his hands gently squeezing your waist. "are you gonna make me come looking for you down on the sand, or are you just gonna climb right back up this ladder like a good girl?"
"i don't know," you teased back softly, running your hands up his bare chest. "i think trespassing on official beach patrol property twice in twenty-four hours is a pretty serious crime."
"it definitely is," keigo whispered, his smirk widening as he captured your lips in one last, slow, lingering kiss that tasted like sweet watermelon and ocean salt. "and lucky for you... the punishment is pretty severe."
༄cw: nsfw, aged up characters (18+), fem reader, p in v, semi-public sex, praising, unprotected sex, motorcycle sex, ehh this one is much more relaxed
a/n: i was gonna do a fourth character but got lazy... shidou's is slightly longer than the rest of them bc i love him & got carried away LOL
months have passed since your relationship with isagi yoichi came to its inevitable end.
there was no explosive fight, no infidelity, just the painful realization that no matter how much he cared for you, football would always take the reins in his priorities. you tried to make it work, but somewhere along the way, you stopped feeling like a partner and more of an afterthought to his dream.
moving on hadn’t been easy, but eventually, you did. months later, you found yourself in a new prospering relationship—one that was steady and uncomplicated, one where you didn’t have to question where you fit in.
for the first time in a while, everything felt normal until your partner mentioned he’d become…close to someone.
isagi yoichi.
the name alone was enough to make your stomach sink. you wanted to believe it was nothing more than an unfortunate coincidence, but then your boyfriend excitedly invited isagi to his upcoming house party.
and suddenly, all you could think about was seeing your ex again.
what you didn’t know was that isagi had recognized your boyfriend long before either of you realized the connection. the moment isagi saw the picture of you being flaunted by him, his composure almost shattered. isagi knew intimately who you were.
so he let your boyfriend trust him, build a false relationship, and piece together the life you built without him.
by the time the invitation reached him, he’d already decided he was going.
so when the night finally came, you had spent the majority of the night avoiding isagi. every glimpse of dark blue hair sent you into a panic, finding cups to refill, more conversations to join…but it was never enough to ignore his curious gaze set on you the whole night.
after a while, you had mumbled something about needing to go to the bathroom and slipped away from the crowd, welcoming the sudden quiet in the hallway.
just a moment was all you needed—until you stepped around the corner. isagi was already there. leaning against the wall with one shoulder, hands tucked into the pockets of his pants, as though he’d been waiting long enough to get comfortable.
he didn’t look surprised to see you, if anything, he looked relieved.
seeing him up close like this, having his undivided attention did something to you, your pulse quickening under your flesh.
“ten minutes.”
you shake your head seldomly. “isagi—“
“ten minutes. that’s all i’m asking.”
some of your feelings for him never completely died, and how could you say no to that pleading expression on his face? laden with yearning?
but he’s not as innocent as you thought.
in a spare room, away from the growing music and crowd, he had you in the sheets—far from just a ten minute talk—pinning your hips down into the mattress, focusing on the way his dick slid through your opening, before painstakingly sliding back out.
isagi was slow and devastating, savoring every moment he could buried inside you. and you let it happen. gripping onto him as you moaned out his name, but there was an inkling of shame that plagued you, not fully allowing yourself to look at him while he fucked you.
“look baby. look how good you take me.”
a troubled moan leaves your lips, but there was little resistance when isagi’s hand came up to cradle the back of your head, forcing your eyes on his dick sliding back and forth in your pussy with practiced ease, never catching or faltering.
“you were made for me, and only me.”
the sight was so obscenely hypnotic—you squeezing him like a vice. isagi was beginning to consume your thoughts all over again, and maybe going back to him wasn’t a bad idea after all.
your date has gone…well. not spectacular and not terrible, either.
it was just enough to leave you wondering whether maybe, just maybe, you were finally moving on.
the thought lingered in your mind as the rain pattered relentlessly against the window panes in your apartment. you’d long since changed into something comfortable, curled up in the comforter draped over your bed, replaying the evening over and over—
your phone vibrated, lighting up the darkness in your room with one, ominous message:
come outside.
there was nothing else, just a plea disguised as a command. your stomach tightened the moment you saw the sender. barou shouei.
you stared at the message for a long moment before your curiosity got the better of you. opening the front door cautiously—immediately being greeted by the cold drizzle that swung through with the wind.
barou stood a few feet away from your door in the dimly lit hallway like a psychopath. rainwater clung to his dark hair falling past his shoulders, soaking through his shirt, and dripped steadily from his jaw onto the pavement.
he looked like he had been standing there for a while, conflicted.
“you…” your brows knit together. “did you walk through the rain just to get here…?”
barou scoffed, swiping a hand across his face.
“what, you think a little rain’s gonna stop me?”
you shake your head disapprovingly. “you idiot.”
his lips twitched at that.
“you answered the door.”
you stare at barou, lost for words, letting his rhetorical question sit between you.
“so who’s the idiot?”
you roll your eyes, already fed up with his antics as you start to step back into your apartment. you would not let him dig underneath your skin, not when you were finally starting to forget him.
“you should go back home before you catch—“
you barely finished your sentence before barou closed the distance in two strides; one hand reaching to close the door aggressively behind you, while the other grabs onto your wrist, pulling you slightly into him.
your breath stalls. barou towers over you, rainwater continuously dripping from his mane of hair as he stared at you with an expression that was equal parts irritation and…exhaustion.
“i don’t fucking get it. why knowing that you’re moving on angers me.”
barou closes his eyes for a brief moment, willing himself to calm, before opening them again. his gaze pinned you down just as effectively as his body did. unwavering and impossible to escape.
“i came here to tell myself i was done.” both of his hands move to cradle your face. “…then you opened that damn door.”
you let him touch you, eyes roaming his face for another long moment before relenting.
“you didn’t walk through the rain just to stare at me,” you swallowed, tilting your chin defiantly. “so what are you waiting for?”
his expression faltered; all that pride and stubbornness that drove you crazy was swept beneath a rug, just for you—only for a moment—even with him in between your legs, pushing into you, his eyes lingered on your face with an intensity that bordered on desperation, drinking you in as though he were trying to memorize you all over again.
you hold on to his bulky frame, his cock overfilling you, rewriting your consciousness with the feeling of him alone.
“i don’t give a damn who you’re seeing now,” his jaw tightens, “but don’t try to pretend you don’t feel something for me.”
god. he was brutal. your eyes slowly locked onto his, the punishing thrust of his hips scattering your brain.
“i’m the only one who gets to have you like this. so look at me and tell me i’m the one you still choose.”
barou had you a sobbing mess all over his cock, not stopping until he was satisfied with your words, not until you recited to him over and over again that he was the only one for you.
the date was going well, and that part bothered you the most.
you had spent weeks convincing yourself that you were ready for this. that you could sit across from someone new, laugh at their jokes, answer their indulging questions, and not spend the entire evening comparing them to someone who had consumed your entire world.
and yet…here you were, actually enjoying yourself.
your date was easy to talk to. he listened when you spoke, he didn’t get distracted halfway through the conversation. he didn’t disappear for hours because something football relating came up. he didn’t make you feel like you were fighting for a place in his life.
and that was what you needed.
your phone buzzing against the table shattered the thought. you glance down, a grimace pulling at your lips.
shidou ryusei
for a moment, you just stared. of course. of course he would choose tonight out of all nights.
immediately, you decline the call, but your date noticed the shift in your expression.
“everything okay?”
your force an amicable smile. “yeah. just someone i don’t want to talk to.”
except your phone lit up again. and again. and again. to the point where the buzzing became impossible to ignore, and by the sixth call you were staring at the screen with genuine disbelief.
was he serious?
a frustrated breath escaped you, standing up abruptly as the chair scraped across the ground noisily behind you.
“i’m so sorry, i have to deal with this.”
you turn away before your date could say anything, storming outside of the restaurant, the cool night air immediately washing over you, a stark contrast to the heated emotions brewing inside you.
the second the door closed behind you, you answered.
“what?” you didn’t even give him the chance to speak. “i knew i should’ve blocked you—”
“you left something.”
you froze. the irritation on your face shifting to confusion. “what?”
he laughed on the other line, that stupid, familiar laugh. the one you hated because some part of you still recognized it instantly.
“you heard me.”
“i said you left something. come outside and get it.”
you look around. the street was utterly quiet with no sign of ryusei; and somehow, he knew exactly where you were.
“how do you even know i’m—”
the call ended. you exhaled exasperatedly, walking around the corner of the establishment to maybe find whatever the fuck he was talking about, but then you heard it: the low rumble of an engine—your stomach dropped before you even saw him.
a motorcycle sat beneath the streetlight, its dark frame gleaming against the pavement, and leaning against it was the last person you expected to see all night. your ex boyfriend.
your eyes move from him, to the motorcycle, then back to him as a horrible realization settled in.
“shidou is that…?”
his grin widened. he doesn’t answer you, instead he tilts his head, studying your figure with shameless eyes.
“damn baby,” he laughed. “got all dressed up just to leave with me anyway?”
you hated the way your heart reacted before your brain could stop it. but shidou noticed, of course he did. then, he held out a spare helmet.
“c’mon, baby. let’s take her for a spin.” he grins divilishly at you.
your expression hardened. “no.”
his grin only grew. “you’re gonna say no.”
“yes.”
“then you’re gonna get annoyed.”
“shidou—”
“and then you’re gonna come anyway, right?”
you stare. the worst part? a tiny, traitorous part of you hated that he still knew you so well.
you found yourself clinging to him long before you realized you’d wrapped your arms around his waist. the motorcycle surged beneath you with every twist of the throttle, and your grip instinctively tightened as he effortlessly leaned into each curve. you buried your face against the back of his jacket, torn between reprimanding him and laughing so hard your sides ache.
shidou never seemed to have a destination in mind. he simply…rode. weaving through sleeping streets, darting between glowing traffic lights, taking sharp turns that had your heart leaping into your throat, shidou’s infectious laughter ringing in your ears.
you forgot about everything else, the restaurant, the man you left still sitting at your table wondering where the hell you were, and your mind wasn’t weighed down by the past or burdened by the future. you lived. and somehow, that had always been shidou’s greatest talent.
and you could barely stop what happened next.
“shit—this pussy missed me, huh baby?” shidou gibes, the palm of his hand coming down to smack the flesh of your ass. you yelp, a dragged out moan leaving your throat. “look at you. so fucking greedy, squeezing me like that.”
shidou couldn’t wait, patience was just something he didn’t possess. he kissed you way before you could set foot off the bike, and now? he’s got you bent over the motorcycle, driving into you with voracious thrusts. your noises reverberated throughout the garage, doing little to disguise what he was doing to you.
shidou’s hand comes up to grab your throat, pulling you flesh against his chest, his lips latching onto your neck, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his face as he marked you all over, discolored hues freshly sprouting against your skin.
“now your new ‘boyfriend’ is gonna see who you belong to, hm?”
sexy eyelashes (sae): hey pervert
sexy eyelashes: where is my bike
sexy eyelashes: hello
sexy eyelashes: i hate you
a/n: MY FIRST KINKTOBER& i prob shouldn't post this so early, but i saw @toruii theme and yeah. there’s a high chance i won’t write ALL of these but i’ll try..see u in 3 months 🥹 comment to be tagged xx
blue lock:
priase kink ft. yoichi isagi , bondage ft. rin itoshi, mirror sex ft. akiu oliver , oral fixation ft. sae itoshi , overstimulation ft. sae itoshi , semi-public sex ft. meguru bachira , somonphilia ft. micheal kaiser , size kink ft. sae itoshi , corruption play ft. rin itoshi , choking ft. shidou ryusei , toys ft. nagi seishiro , hate sex ft. chigiri , cucking ft. isagi & bachira , exhibitionism ft. bunny , daddy kink ft. barou , primal play ft. sae itoshi , breeding kink ft. micheal kaiser
love and deepspace:
temperature play ft. zayne , breeding kink ft. rafayel , marking ft. sylus , edging ft. xavier , uniform kink ft. sylus
Denji knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help himself, here you were knelt between his legs looking up at him with those doe eyes, oh how innocent you were he thought to himself. Earlier he had told you that he was, “feeling unwell” and the only way he could get better is if you could suck him off, warning you not to tell anyone because this something kept between best friends only!
He unbuckled his belt, then led your hands to his zipper encouraging you to take it off, sitting up slightly as you led his pants to his ankles. There was a wet patch on his boxers, mesmerised unable to look away from his bulge. His eyes hazy with lust “you’re gonna help me feel better, right?” you look up at him and nod slowly. He lifts his hips up once again to pull his boxers down.
His tip is slick flushed an angry shade of red, drooling with pre-come, desperately begging to be sucked a prominent vein bulging out . You don’t what it is but you feel a weird wetness between your legs. “Don’t be scared, ‘m gonna guide you kay.” He takes his member in his hand slapping the tip on your cheek before telling you to “open wide”, placing his tip in your mouth “shit..” the warmth wetness tempting him to use your throat like a cocksleeve.
He placed a hand on the top of your head and slowly began to push down letting out a strained whimper, “mmh, I’m starting to feel better already” once you reached the base of his cock he kept you there for a few seconds, not being able to breathe your throat contracted around him, ripping a strangled groan out of him before he guided you off giving you a sec on to catch your breath.
“‘m gonna go a bit rougher this time, you wanna help me out right?” his voice sultry, he shifted your hair into a makeshift ponytail and placed his tip on you tongue once again, roughly shoving himself in and out of your mouth the room filled with sounds of you choking as you throat continued to contract around him “good girl—fuck—helping your best friend feel better”
Your lips were red and swollen, tears falling down on your face, but denji was too lost in pleasure to care, he’s your best friend so he can make it up to you later right? “haah-shit-i’m so close, don’t stop” he pushes you all the way down groaning “haah — you feel so warm ‘m coming, swallow kay” you taste something salty but not unpleasant spilling into your mouth, doing exactly as your told you don’t let a drop go to waste, feeling him soften in your mouth.
Denji takes his cock out your mouth, pulling up his boxers tucking himself away, he then takes both of his hands caressing each side of your face and wiping your tears before pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before grinning at you.
denji loves your boobs. tits. whatever you wanna call it really. he cherishes them like they are his own balls.
he likes the weight of it, and the fluffy soft feeling. it's nice to feel and squish, fondle and hold, sleep on and bite. yeah he's into those yummy fluffy pillows.
"denji, baby, i really have to get ready for work." you whine when he sucks a sixth hickey into your skin, in between the valley of your boobs. he sure is taking his damn time.
"i jush.. luf.. your tifths.." he murmurs, mouth still suctioned on your skin and his eyes shimmers when he glances at you from under his lashes. oh he's so cute. he's so cute..!
you bring a hand to his head and pet his golden locks, his tongue licking the bruise he's made and smiles sweetly at you, eyes crinkling with satisfaction.
"denji-kun." you tease, grabbing the tufts of messy hair and gently tugged, "please let go baby, you can suck on my tits later okay?"
he whines and latches onto your waist like a clingy sloth to a tree, his face rubs into your tummy as he childishly whines, "don't wanna!! why'd ya have to go when i'm not done yet!" his large amber eyes are staring straight into you 'have some compassion!' it says.
"okay, hey, i swear that the moment i get home you can do whatever you want." your brows furrow when he makes a small noise of denial and you take his face between your palms,
"denji you are the sweetest boy ever, you know i can't skip work." you sigh when he nosed your clothed stomach in attempt to make you change your mind, it honestly kind of works.
"ya always leave me hangin’ " he releases you from his hold hesitantly but you take his cheek and gently kissed his forehead.
you held one of his hands and placed it over the swell of your chest, "last squeeze before i leave?" his greedy hands are on your boobs again and groped the tender flesh between his fingers.
"mmm.. niicee." his dazed smile are all teeth when he leans forward and plants his face in between your cleavage.
you pinch his ear with a roll of your eyes, "alright that's enough big guy." when you stood up to leave he made grabby hands at you.
..whatever, he'll just make due with your shirt over a pillow.
denji uses your thighs like a good boy
inspired by this twitter video and here’s a bonus
masterlist
denji let out a shudder as you undid his belt and pulled everything down. his dick twitched eagerly, already fully hard for you, “s-shit..” he whined with his hips bucking, trying to feel friction—his hand gripped the sheets, looking at you with his golden eyes, filled with lust.
“please .. touch me ..” the words came out almost breathless, like a pleading whisper, with his hips still slightly bucking. just to tease him just a little bit, you dragged your finger up and down his length in playful motions—his dick throbbing under your touch making him throw his head back at the little sensations, pre-cum already forming at his tip. “a-ah—cmon .. c-cmon don’t be like that!” he whimpered, his fingers clutching the sheets even tighter than before, “so needy, ji ji.”
he couldn’t help but whine at your words, shaking his head ‘yes’, making his collar jingle, the jingle only making him more squirmy and aroused. a yelp filled your ears as you tugged his leash, making him hover over you, and putting both of your legs on his broad shoulder. his breath hitched as you pressed his dick between your thighs. the heat made his body shudder. his arms wrapped around your legs to anchor himself, fingers digging into the back of your thighs, definitely making bruises.
“shitshitshit!” rambling out words, hips jerking in the perfect, tight squeeze around him—the side of his head dropped against your calf, breathing ragged and uneven. every movement between you two made him twitch and leak even more, voice cracking into little whimpers.
you tug on this leash, giving him the go-ahead to start—denji sucked on his teeth at your firm command, his hips jerked forward in a rough, desperate thrust, the tight slick of your thighs made his vision blur. a broken ripped from his throat as he rutted against you, his rhythm already shaky and erratic. “f-fuck—! i’m s-sorry! ah!”
scrambling to get his words out as he continued to fucked your thighs, every drag of his dick against your skin sent sparks up his spine, his muscles tensing at the pleasure coiled tight in his gut.
“p-please—hngh—gonna .. gonna cum—!” he choked out a warning, hips stuttering the closer he got. a strangled whine came out as his collar tightened around him, “did i say so?” his muscles locked as he struggled not to move, still throbbing painfully in your thighs, aching and neglected. “n-ngh! f-fuck no you didn’t! i’m sorry b-baby.” pleading, he looked at you with pure desperation, his breath coming in ragged pants.
relieving pressure on his neck, you permitted him to keep going—his hips snapped forward, his dick eagerly sliding through with a slick, filthy sound. denji’s arms tighten around your legs, his rhythm rough. “t-thank you! ah—fuck! .. i love you s-so much!” he babbled between, his voice cracked with every movement, he looked at you again with those puppy eyes—looking for permission to cum.
shaking your head ‘no.’ he started to cry as the pleasure slowly started to turn into pain, as his dick ached to spill. slowing down in his thrusts, more deliberate, each drag of his length made his stomach clench tighter. barely thinking straight, hot tears dripped from his face to your legs, his mind hazed with desperation.
his tip became more red and bruised as the seconds ticked on, begging to leak. “i-i can’t anymore .. p-please baby.” he whimpered like a wet dog, looking at you with glossy eyes from unshed tears. shoving your fingers in his mouth to shut him up, his tongue wasting no time to lap and suck them—twitching pathetically. whining around your fingers, coating them in his spit, pulling back just to speak, he muffled something incoherent with glistening lips, “mmf—hah—”
his eyes fluttered shut as a nasty noise escaped him—sucking your fingers deeper as he fucked with rough, uneven strokes. nuzzling into your calf, he bit down into your skin as he felt his release boiling up in his stomach again. “n-ngh.. n-no n-no!"
denji’s movements escalated into frantic thrusts, the wet sounds from your thigh becoming louder—with a choked cry, his voice filled the room as he nuts, spraying all over your boobs and stomach. “am i a good puppy?”
“there’s a water drought in tokyo, we need to conserve water!”
you and your best friend (who was also your roommate) did everything together.
people on the outside would immediately assume the two of you were dating, which is fair, considering how you act.
you cuddle, share clothes and forehead kisses and maybe the occasional innocent peck on the lips. and of course, denji’s favorite part.
showers.
denji would always insist that “the water bill is getting high” or “tokyo’s water supply is running low”. which was obviously bullshit.
but who were you to say no? he was always respectful (besides for how he blatantly ogled your breasts), and he washed your hair without you even having to ask. so why not?
right now, denji was standing under the water as it warmed up. you stripped off your clothes, stepping in beside him.
you let out a sigh of relief as the warm water cascaded down your back, your muscles relaxing.
“lemme wash your hair.” he squeezed some shampoo into his hands, working it into your scalp gently with practiced ease.
“mm…” you hum, practically melting into his touch. your forehead rested against his collarbone, chests pressed together as he took care of you.
“what, you falling asleep or somethin?” he teased, but he didn’t push you away. he would never push you away
“shut up.”
denji didn’t give a shit about the water bill if it meant he could stand here with you forever.
||a/n: where are the chainsaw man fans on tumblr bc it’s actually my favorite manga
(this is not proofread bc i’m sleepy (haha and my username is slllieeepyy haha get it))
mdni. instead of sleep walking, gojo’s sleep sucking on your titties!
“-ngh.”
waking up to satoru’s heavy frame slung on top of you wasn’t exactly anything new. but opening your eyes to discover his warm mouth wrapped around your nipple?
stifling a yawn and squirming, sleepily trying to regain a sliver of sensibility as he sucked hard, sloppily dragging his tongue over the peaked bud as his fingers squeeze and groped your other breast.
“satoru,” you softly whined, blinking as your boyfriend practically tried to breastfeed from you—absolutely undeterred at the lack of milk.
he made a needy noise.
a deep groan that came from his chest, his hips grinding down to rut against the blankets tangled around you.
when you suggested free use to him a few months ago, you figured he’d use it for actually fucking you. not just slurping on your nipple while you were half-asleep.
and even now that you were starting to rise, he hadn’t budged, still groping and grabbing at you as he licked up his own spit that dribbled down the valley of your breasts.
“toru,” you whispered again, gently running your fingers through his fluffy hair, pushing the soft strands back so you could see his eyes.
he blinked slowly back at you, lazy and unfocused, the blue still shining in your dimly lit bedroom. swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud, not slowing or stopping for even a second as you tugged lightly at his roots.
but even when he unlatched, he barely reacted, brows just knitting together in faint confusion. mumbling something completely incoherent before returning to nuzzling against your chest as it struck you that he wasn’t even awake.
exhaustion still heavy enough in your bones and luring you back into your own dreams, readjusting with a thick yawn as you let him snuggle closer, lips leaving lingering kisses. the hypnotic sounds of his moans lulling you under until you had drifted off once more.
“fuck,” gojo’s groans snapped you out of your sleep a second time, morning sun filtering through the window now as you sat up easier, squinting as you scanned the room to discover satoru out of bed this time.
his pretty face all scrunched up, staring down at the unfortunate dried cum stain splotched in the front of his boxers, not even a hint of embarrassment etched into his expression.
discoholicmusic
amandla
pixelskylines
germansingergirl
